ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
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Sixth Pupil: 
A fair little girl sat under a tree, 
Sewing as long as her eyes could see ; 
Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, 
And said, “Dear work, good night, good night." 
Seventh Pupil : 
Kind hearts are the gardens, 
Kind thoughts are the roots, 
Kind words are the blossoms, 
Kind deeds are the fruits. 
Eighth Pupil: 
So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree. 
To you and to me, to you and to me; 
And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy: 
“ Oh, the world’s running over with joy! 
But long it won’t be — 
Don’t you know? don’t you see? 
Unles's we are as good as can be ! ” 
THE BLUEBIRD’S SONG. 
I KNOW the song that the bluebird is singing. 
Out in the apple tree where he is swinging. 
Brave little fellow ! the skies may be dreary — 
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery ! 
Hark ! how the music leaps out from his throat! 
Hark ! was there ever so merry a note ? 
Listen awhile, and you’ll hear what he’s saying, 
Up in the apple tree swinging and swaying. 
“ Dear little blossoms down under the snow, 
You must be weary of winter I know; 
Hark while I sing you a message of cheer! 
Summer is coming! and spring time is here ! ” 
“ Little white snowdrop ! I pray you arise ; 
Bright yellow crocus! come open your eyes; 
Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, 
Put on your mantles of purple and gold; 
Daffodils ! daffodils ! say do you hear ? 
Summer is coming ! and spring time is here ! ” 
